Three days later, he called.
His voice sounded different.
Serious.
Concerned.
“Michael,” he said quietly, “you need to sit down.”
My stomach tightened.
“What did you find?”
“Eleven months ago, Emily checked into a county hospital while pregnant.”
I froze.
Pregnant.
Eleven months ago.
That timeline made my blood run cold.
“She listed you as her emergency contact.”
“What?”
“She gave your private number. Your office number. Your home number.”
I gripped the phone.
“I never received anything.”
